33. Lachlan

Chapter thirty-three

Lachlan

T he house is abuzz with excitement as every member of the pack prepares for the Governor's Ball.

Well, Mila technically isn't pack, but as our Beta, she is expected to attend.

Oliver will need extra protection while he dances with his Alphas.

Every year, the Alphas get the chance to flaunt their Omegas, each member taking turns with them on the dance floor.

As the only pack with a male Omega, we will draw quite the attention.

Omegas are extremely vulnerable at these events, and Oliver even more so. That is why this year the Betas from the trials will be chaperoning their packs.

They will watch on the sidelines as the Alphas dance with their Omegas, and it almost seems unfair to put poor Mila in such a position.

What if I want to dance with her and Oliver? Would that be allowed? Would it be frowned upon?

Governor Lily will be there, as well as Governor Frederick.

Lily has Gryphon on a tight leash, so if she suspects in the slightest that we have allowed ourselves as a pack to get closer to Mila, then we will all be in deep shit.

Gryphon has drilled us nonstop. When we enter the ballroom, we must be surrounding Oliver at all costs.

Gryphon will take Oliver's right while I have his left. Barret will take up his rear, and lucky bastard...

Mila will come in behind us, keeping just enough distance to satisfy Governor Lily.

I think it's all a little ridiculous. While I am not denying that Governor Frederick is up to something nefarious, I do believe that Mila is innocent.

She is no threat to us, and seeing the way she cared for Oliver during his heat only made me appreciate her more.

I still bring her flowers, as an olive branch. But I also want her to know that she is special and that I am thinking about her…

If only I could dance with her and Oliver at the ball, but fate has other ideas.

Oliver booked us in at the local tailors to have suits fitted for the event. The guy is taking my measurements before a three-way mirror as I spread out my arms, looking as if I am about to take flight.

Barret already got his measurements. He lounges on the chaise, drinking complimentary champagne.

Oliver sits beside him, as Mila stands to the Omega's right in her uniform.

She is dressed to the nines in weapons, and I have never seen a more deadly creature.

My pretty little snowdrop… I bet she could cut up any man…

I bet she could throw a knife and take out the tailor who keeps cupping my balls in a very peculiar manner.

I'm taken, sir…

"Yes, yes… that seems about right…" he mutters, and what is right? My balls?

Do they meet his satisfaction?

I'm not used to having another Alpha touching my balls…

Barret stirs when he senses my discomfort. "You all right over there, Lachlan?"

I answer him by waving my arms up and down, smiling at him in the mirror.

Barret raises an eyebrow, then looks at the tailor. His eyes darken, and he places an arm around Oliver protectively.

Shit. I don't think I will be able to hold back if this old perv goes for Oliver's balls.

I will literally splatter his clean windows with his blood.

"Hey… do you think you could tailor the suit to fit knives? I carry a lot of them after all…" I warn, flashing my eyes, hoping he takes the hint.

I will cut him up if he keeps up his rotten behavior.

The Alpha chuckles, wrapping his measuring tap around my waist. "I will bear it in mind…"

Yeah, sure you will.

When he's done, he steps back, beckoning for Oliver.

Barret already had his turn, and I wonder if he got the same balls massage too.

If he did, he never said anything.

However, he does seem rather anxious about leaving Oliver alone with the tailor.

If the old, perverted bastard liked my balls, then how will he cope when he cups a feel of that Omega's perfect jewels?

Oliver does have a nice pair of balls…

"Arms out wide."

Oliver spreads his arms like an eagle taking flight, and now the tailor takes his measurements.

He lines up the tape with Oliver's torso, then wraps it around his waist. When his fingers wander a little too south, Barret and I rise, baring our teeth.

Growls sound from our chests.

The tailor has the gall to look surprised. He knows exactly what he just did.

"Whatever is the problem, gentlemen?"

We are no gentleman. Just as he is about to find out…

Oliver, bless his innocent soul, looks at us confused. "Guys… what's your problem? He's just doing his job…"

I managed to grit my teeth when the old bastard cupped my balls, but if he even dares to touch my Omega… then I will hang his own balls on our tree next Christmas…

The tailor waves his hand. "Yes, it's all protocol. So, sit back and—"

He doesn't finish his spiel. Mila has him by the back of his throat, squashing his face into his clean, shiny mirror.

A giggle bursts from my throat as I watch the beautiful sight of Mila taking action.

Her hair flows behind her like spun gold, and I don't think I can take it anymore…

I want to make Mila mine …

I spy my reflection in the mirror. My pupils are blown out, leaving only a thin ring of blue.

Barret looks the same, and his dark eyes are even darker as a result.

Oliver… he licks his lips, his eyes roving up and down Mila's form as she twists the Alpha's arms behind his back, a man twice her size, and she is magnificent…

The lucky bastard has already had his taste of her, and it's not fair…

Sometimes, I wish I was an Omega…

"You finish his measurements properly. Then we go home and call it a day. Do I make myself clear, sir?"

The tailor cries out when she twists on his arm again, and he nods his head, desperate to escape her grip. "Yes, yes, fuck…"

Satisfied, Mila lets go of the Alpha, and now she refuses to leave Oliver's side as the man finishes his measurements.

Barret and I look at each other impressed.

It looks like Mila has everything under control, and we fall back on the couch, helping ourselves to some complimentary champagne.

It's not so bad having a female Beta around after all.